Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 86: Where are the weapons those are more important

Feng Yizhou’s smirk deepened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he picked up his coat and gestured toward the door. "Then let’s go check on the shipment."

Qingran narrowed her eyes. "Shipment?"

Feng Yizhou nodded. "I didn’t mention it earlier, but there’s a delivery coming in tonight. You’ll want to see it for yourself."

She studied him for a moment, trying to gauge his intentions, but he wasn’t giving anything away. Fine. She’d play along. "Let’s go."

Haoyu watched them, clearly relieved that Feng Yizhou’s attention was no longer on him. "Do I need to come?"

"No," Qingran said immediately.

"You’re staying here," Qingran said firmly, already stepping out the door.

Feng Yizhou glanced at Haoyu, his gaze unreadable. "Don’t touch anything while we’re gone."

Haoyu crossed his arms. "I’m not a child."

"Then stop whining like one," Feng Yizhou said before shutting the door behind him.

—

The car ride was quiet at first. Feng Yizhou drove, while Qingran’s mind was still turning over what she had seen at the facility. The first confirmed sign of zombification... It was starting. And it wouldn’t stop.

Beside her, Feng Yizhou was watching the road with a calm expression, one hand resting lazily on the clutch and the other on the steering wheel.

"So," Qingran finally said, eyes still on the road. "What’s in this shipment?"

Feng Yizhou let out a hum, tilting his head slightly. "Weapons."

"My weapons have they arrived?"

Feng Yizhou nodded, since he was the one who purchased them, he had made sure she got enough of everything.

"To think they cost 10 million dollars, 1200 unit and around 7 million bullets.."

"..."

[Ding! That’s an astronomical amount. Host you might have just sold yourself to this man]

"Why would you spend that much on me when I only made dinner.."

Feng Yizhou smiled "It’s not like I’ll go broke, depends if you feel guilty, you should marry me after the apocalypse and give me babies."

Qingran shot him a flat look. "Marry you? You think I’m that cheap?"

Feng Yizhou smirked. "Did I say cheap? Qingran to me you’re priceless. I will give up anything and everything for you."

She exhaled sharply, turning her gaze back to the road. "You really have a talent for bullshit."

"But, you’re still sitting here," he pointed out.

Qingran didn’t bother answering. Instead, she shifted the conversation back to something more important. "Seven million bullets, huh?"

Feng Yizhou hummed in agreement. "You’ll need them. I have the feeling the apocalypse’s not going to be like the previous ones so we must be prepared."

Qingran’s fingers tapped lightly against her thigh. "You’re expecting something worse than the usual outbreak scenarios?"

Feng Yizhou’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. "Let’s just say I have a bad feeling."

That didn’t sit right with her. Feng Yizhou wasn’t the type to be paranoid without reason. If he was saying it would be worse, then he had either information she didn’t or instincts sharp enough to sense something coming.

"Hey Yizhou, let me order more things under your name. I want to increase my food stockpile, if I get it myself, it will raise an alarm.."

Feng Yizhou smirked. "You’re finally learning to rely on me."

Qingran scoffed. "Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m just using your resources efficiently."

"Mm," he hummed in amusement. "Use me all you want, as long as you don’t throw me away later."

She ignored his teasing, already thinking about what she needed to stock up on. Weapons were covered, but food would be a different challenge.

With the apocalypse creeping closer, sudden bulk purchases would definitely raise suspicions. Using Feng Yizhou’s name would keep her off the radar for a while longer.

"I’ll send you a list," she said. "Stockpile as much as possible before the supply chain collapses."

He chuckled. "I expected you to say that. Already made arrangements."

Qingran turned to him, eyes narrowing. "You—"

The car pulled into an abandoned warehouse lot before she could finish.

Several large trucks were parked inside, men in black unloading crates with practiced efficiency. The sight was enough to make her pause.

"...You already started stockpiling, didn’t you?"

Feng Yizhou’s smirk deepened. "What do you think is in those trucks?"

She exhaled sharply, watching as a few crates were pried open, revealing tightly packed food supplies, medical kits, and fuel canisters. It was everything she would have ordered—and more.

[Ding! Host, he’s literally reading your mind at this point.]

Qingran clicked her tongue. "You’re ridiculously well-prepared."

Feng Yizhou leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a murmur. "I plan to live. And I plan for you to live too."

Qingran heart fluttered when she heard these words, she could feel her face redden to an unhealthy shade.

She looked up to see Feng Yizhou’s slightly red face, she chuckled at least she wasn’t the only one affected.

"Where are the weapons? Those are more important.."

Feng Yizhou cleared his throat, seemingly amused by her attempt to change the subject. "In the warehouse at the back."

Qingran nodded, determined to focus. She wasn’t about to get distracted by emotions—not when the apocalypse was looming. She strode forward, weaving through the crates until they reached a heavily guarded section of the warehouse.

A quick glance was enough to confirm the men stationed there weren’t just ordinary guards. These were trained professionals.

Feng Yizhou gestured at one of them, and the guard immediately unlocked the reinforced doors.

Inside, rows of neatly stacked weapon crates lined the walls. Rifles, handguns, sniper rifles, grenades—everything she could possibly need.

Qingran’s fingers twitched at the sight. "Now, this is beautiful."

Feng Yizhou chuckled. "I thought you’d say that."

She walked deeper inside, scanning the inventory. "Grenades, too? Planning to blow up a city?"

"Only if necessary."

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. If things got bad enough, having explosives wouldn’t be a bad thing. She popped open one of the crates, running her fingers over the sleek barrels. "What about melee weapons?"